It's Some Things Friday!
(*With my week at the store of evil, I haven't had any time to keep notes for this. I usually jot thoughts down on post-its throughout the week so I have something to work with. So, lucky for you, I'm wingin' it this time!)
Some Things I Love:
-Personal Pan Pizzas from Pizza Hut. They're so cute. And small. And alllll mine. Maybe I'm just a victim of the late 80's marketing plan, when we'd get a certificate for a FREE one after reading a certain number of books in elementary school. I think it was called "BookIt"? I humbly admit, I was always the best and fastest little reader, so...let's just say that I got a lot of them. Those little circles of cheesey heaven make me feel so happy. *sigh*
-Rainy afternoons
-America's Next Top Model and Miss Tyra Banks. Hey, haters, don't knock it 'till you've tried it. It's GOOD, so nyah.
-My husband, who as of tomorrow, I will be officially "dating" for 10 years. Awww, wouldn't you have dated him, too?
(*Sorry - crappy point and click camera from prehistoric times.)
Some Things I Hate:
-When we get the dogs new squeaky toys because "Oh! Aren't these SO cute?!?" and then they get a hold of them and squeakandsqueakandsqueakandsqueak AND SQUEAK them until we want to claw our ears off.
-Touching dirty dishes in the sink. Eww..no thank you.
-Country. Music.
-When the dogs have officially broken the squeaker after approximately 15 minutes and continue to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and all you hear now is the high-pitched rubbing of teeth on rubber, which (trust me) is WAY MORE ANNOYING AND DAMAGING TO YOUR SANITY than the squeaking.
Some Things I am Confused About:
-Leg Makeup. I can see the need in some cases, but doesn't it get all over stuff? Someone help me out on this one. It just seems strange to me.
-How I have had my girl's name picked out for almost two years yet have no plans of having a baby ANYTIME soon. Hmmm...us girls are dorks sometimes.
-Christmas trees being up in some of the mall stores already. Huh? Wha?
-Why George Costanza won't just BE George Costanza. I mean, REALLY, Jason Alexander. Weren't you satisfied with Seinfeld? Because I certainly was. I mean, there MUST be something else out there for you besides sitcoms. I know you've done movies, musicals, etc. Must you keep pounding your head against the wall with this second sitcom you've tried in the past 3 years? I mean, every time we watch you on these shows you will do something as your supposed "new" character and we'll be like "oh, that's George". So give it up. You'll always be George. Give in to the George. It'll make this a lot easier for the both of us.
